Label: VIRGO ENTERTAINMENT Band: VANDALISM IN PROGRESS Instrument: TROMBONE Fame Lvl: 0 Current MP: 0
Short Description: ► Sans is a trom-BONER lol. jk I'll do this properly soon. (though it would be in the spirit of Sans not to.)
Regains So Far: ► MODERATE SPACE-TIME MANIPULATION: He can teleport himself around the city, and also teleport other people and objects within range of sight.
[She folds her hands together, gripping tightly. For the first time ever, it feels wrong, as though they aren't supposed to be like that, though she can't quite figure out how-]
[Oh, this is bad.]
[She remembers Pinkie asking her about her hands, and offering a fistbump, and she shifts her hands into fists, still placed neatly in her lap. Better, somehow.]
[She wipes the vaguely horrified look off her face and tries to figure out how to explain herself to Sans.]
It's...I remembered someone. A friend. And then I met her in Pride, and of course she looks different, but...I spoke with her, and...after I have a memory, I can't stand - I completely lose my balance. She told me the same thing happens to her, and...and other things as well, and I've had more memories since then, and I think I've seen her the way she's supposed to be, and-
She's not human, Sans, not even close, and I'm...I'm starting to think I might not be either.
[She's pressing her fists together so hard her arms are starting to shake, and she finally manages to look at Sans, obviously frightened and waiting for his answer.]
[It's not that Sans's isn't sympathetic - he had his moments of bitterness and doubt over the whole 'not being human' thing, but he's pretty sure he's come around on the concept since then. So when Rarity mentions she might be similarly inhuman, it actually comes as a sort of relief, which shows on his face just a little.
He hasn't spoken much with anyone else that has had such extreme bodily changes. After a few moments, his stare softens a little, and he makes a vague, accepting gesture.]
I think a lot of us are going to be in the same boat, that way. I know I am. It's kinda messed up at first, but it starts feeling right when you let it.
[She's having an existential crisis and he is relieved. It's not processing as outrage or anger; honestly, it simply isn't processing, even with his assurances.]
Feeling right? Sans, I think I'm supposed to be a pony.
[It just tumbles out of her, but honestly, she has a point - at least Sans is supposed to be human shaped. If she's right - if Pinkie is right - if her memories are right - then somehow Rarity has wound up in the wrong body entirely. It's too much for her to wrap her head around right now.]
[Welp. A pony isn't really what he was expecting when she said not human, so that's a factor, but still. From his memories of the underground...a lot of his friends weren't, either. Monster came in the form of all kinds of weird shit, and even if he was one of the human shaped ones, the difference doesn't change the way he instinctively sees it has a form of kinship.
Her reaction gives him pause, though, and he has to think about that. On a raw psychological level, the discomfort there makes sense. He's just not really sure what to say. He's never claimed to be a comforting person.
He's trying, though, and that is something in itself.]
I'm not saying that doesn't or shouldn't feel fucked up. If that's the case...you've probably got a lot of wires crossed right now. It's not right that it happened, but...you feel like you do because they got into your head and made it that way.
The stuff these guys have done to us...well, it's inhumane.
[She knows Sans is trying to help; unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's actually helping. She listens, still shaking, tears starting to roll down her cheeks. She's far beyond screaming, dramatic hysterics; this is too much for even those. This is beyond her control, beyond her ability to handle, and she-]
You don't say.
[-she has to do something. If other people are feeling what she's feeling, or if they have this in store for them, then she can't sit by and do nothing. Plus, having a focus might help her stop thinking about it. Maybe. It's both selfish and selfless at the same time, but if it's all she has, then she'll do it.]
I spoke with the man in the mask the other day. [Words are difficult when she'd rather just cry - when she's still crying, despite her best efforts - but she pushes.] He said they need information - something they don't already know. Do you know anything?
[He doesn't let the sharpness of her initial reply bother him. She's hurting and emotional - it makes perfect sense. Nothing he can say is going to magically make this better for her, and he isn't going to lie to make it seem like it like it will.
He can respect her desire to act, though. He's been struggling with that, personally.]
Hard to say. As far as I know, I've already tried to communicate what I've got up my sleeve. I was talking to one of their supporters last month...someone from my home world.
[That in itself is enough of a bomb, so he'll leave it at that.]
[Sans hesitates for a moment. He doesn't really pride himself on having loose lips, but the time where this could come into play is rapidly approaching.]
They're working on a way to get us out of here. But they need time to figure out how to keep them from finding us again.
More than the masked guys? Nah. Even one of their random team members knew more about pretty much everything than I did. Including knowing more about me. Kind of weird.
Did you know that, as a skeleton, I am apparently not actually undead? Interesting fact.
At this point, I can't say I'm surprised. [She's a pony, Sans. Everything pales in comparison to that revelation.]
[She leans forward a bit, bracing her elbows on her knees, not quite ready to give up this train of thought yet.]
What about the CEOs? What about Blanche? Do we know how they found us, or how did this to us? We're in the building with them; we must be able to find something... [She trails off, doubtful. Is the idea really as bad as it's starting to sound to her?]
[He raises one of his hands in way of example - the glove is still on, but she knows what's underneath.]
I figure they already know a bit about how to undo it. It's about getting people into a situation where they can work on it without worrying about getting any of us canned.
[She's done crying; she'll deal with her identity crisis when she's done solving Sans' motivation crisis.]
So you would rather sit here and wait until you can escape, and who cares about anyone else? It doesn't matter how many more people get kidnapped or fired, as long as you're alright? Why bother helping when you can simply take care of yourself?
[Boy, is it a good thing she put that pillow under the door, because she's heading towards top volume.]
[Holy shit it's happening again. He can't...okay, well, actually he can completely believe it. Whenever this happens, it just feels like the inevitable end of something that was doomed to start.
Except he's angry this time - too angry to just play along to her expectations, like he had with Shen. He grips the arms of the chair so hand that his knuckles crack.
His eyes have a strange way of looking particularly dead inside when he's this agitated.]
I dunno, was I? Because I can't remember saying a single fucking thing about just looking out for myself. It's almost like I have a plan that I don't want to blow just for the sake getting ourselves gutted exactly like the last guys who tried this crap.
[The cracking is disconcerting, to say the least - Rarity knows what's under those gloves, and it's not much. What really gets her are Sans' words - she hadn't known that someone else had tried what she's proposing, and the outcome doesn't sound good. She sits back, just a bit, and brings the volume down - she's still tense, but she's not yelling anymore. Progress.]
What do you mean, the last people who tried this? What happened?
[His hands loosen just a little, but his eyes are still empty of everything except for a dull, monochromatic kind of rage deep within.]
What, didn't you see Greg's kid the whole time he was here? What they did to him? Or Marty's broken wrist? Or Meril waking up at night screaming? You think they just got that way normally?
[His words are cutting, and he makes no effort to be gentle. Memories of the days following those events haunt him.]
They did something against the grain, and they got messed up big time for their efforts. That Tiger Universe kid was practically on his death bed when the spat him back out from whatever hell hole they're running over there in Pride. No one over here was much better.
[Well, that's not Exactly true - she'd done plenty of worrying about Marty and Meril - but she hadn't had the context at the time to know why they'd been hurt, only that it had happened.]
That was why-?
[It shakes her, down to her core, and it doesn't help that the brainwashing leans in and reminds her that she really should obey Virgo, because they do such good things for her, and she doesn't want consequences, does she?]
[It's a few moments more before she speaks up again.]
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[Oh, this is bad.]
[She remembers Pinkie asking her about her hands, and offering a fistbump, and she shifts her hands into fists, still placed neatly in her lap. Better, somehow.]
[She wipes the vaguely horrified look off her face and tries to figure out how to explain herself to Sans.]
It's...I remembered someone. A friend. And then I met her in Pride, and of course she looks different, but...I spoke with her, and...after I have a memory, I can't stand - I completely lose my balance. She told me the same thing happens to her, and...and other things as well, and I've had more memories since then, and I think I've seen her the way she's supposed to be, and-
She's not human, Sans, not even close, and I'm...I'm starting to think I might not be either.
[She's pressing her fists together so hard her arms are starting to shake, and she finally manages to look at Sans, obviously frightened and waiting for his answer.]
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He hasn't spoken much with anyone else that has had such extreme bodily changes. After a few moments, his stare softens a little, and he makes a vague, accepting gesture.]
I think a lot of us are going to be in the same boat, that way. I know I am. It's kinda messed up at first, but it starts feeling right when you let it.
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Feeling right? Sans, I think I'm supposed to be a pony.
[It just tumbles out of her, but honestly, she has a point - at least Sans is supposed to be human shaped. If she's right - if Pinkie is right - if her memories are right - then somehow Rarity has wound up in the wrong body entirely. It's too much for her to wrap her head around right now.]
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Her reaction gives him pause, though, and he has to think about that. On a raw psychological level, the discomfort there makes sense. He's just not really sure what to say. He's never claimed to be a comforting person.
He's trying, though, and that is something in itself.]
I'm not saying that doesn't or shouldn't feel fucked up. If that's the case...you've probably got a lot of wires crossed right now. It's not right that it happened, but...you feel like you do because they got into your head and made it that way.
The stuff these guys have done to us...well, it's inhumane.
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You don't say.
[-she has to do something. If other people are feeling what she's feeling, or if they have this in store for them, then she can't sit by and do nothing. Plus, having a focus might help her stop thinking about it. Maybe. It's both selfish and selfless at the same time, but if it's all she has, then she'll do it.]
I spoke with the man in the mask the other day. [Words are difficult when she'd rather just cry - when she's still crying, despite her best efforts - but she pushes.] He said they need information - something they don't already know. Do you know anything?
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He can respect her desire to act, though. He's been struggling with that, personally.]
Hard to say. As far as I know, I've already tried to communicate what I've got up my sleeve. I was talking to one of their supporters last month...someone from my home world.
[That in itself is enough of a bomb, so he'll leave it at that.]
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That's how you knew there are people here to help us. What did they say?
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They're working on a way to get us out of here. But they need time to figure out how to keep them from finding us again.
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Then we should do what we can from here in the meantime. Do you...is there anyone who might know more about what's happening here?
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Did you know that, as a skeleton, I am apparently not actually undead? Interesting fact.
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[She leans forward a bit, bracing her elbows on her knees, not quite ready to give up this train of thought yet.]
What about the CEOs? What about Blanche? Do we know how they found us, or how did this to us? We're in the building with them; we must be able to find something... [She trails off, doubtful. Is the idea really as bad as it's starting to sound to her?]
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[He question is frank, as he stares back at her, his expression hard to read.]
They've got magic. They've got science. Does it actually matter how they did this when it's already done?
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[There are still tears on her cheeks, but she's not looking away. She's not giving up on this; it's too important.]
If that's something that could help the masked men undo what they've done to us, then yes, it matters.
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I figure they already know a bit about how to undo it. It's about getting people into a situation where they can work on it without worrying about getting any of us canned.
We gotta get out of here.
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When they're ready you won't be around to get out of here if you get yourself pink-slipped while hunting down information everyone else already knows.
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Oh? Do tell me what it is that everyone knows that I seem to have missed.
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[Sans sits back, literally and figuratively digging in his feet.]
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[She's done crying; she'll deal with her identity crisis when she's done solving Sans' motivation crisis.]
So you would rather sit here and wait until you can escape, and who cares about anyone else? It doesn't matter how many more people get kidnapped or fired, as long as you're alright? Why bother helping when you can simply take care of yourself?
[Boy, is it a good thing she put that pillow under the door, because she's heading towards top volume.]
And here I thought you were a friend!
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Except he's angry this time - too angry to just play along to her expectations, like he had with Shen. He grips the arms of the chair so hand that his knuckles crack.
His eyes have a strange way of looking particularly dead inside when he's this agitated.]
I dunno, was I? Because I can't remember saying a single fucking thing about just looking out for myself. It's almost like I have a plan that I don't want to blow just for the sake getting ourselves gutted exactly like the last guys who tried this crap.
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What do you mean, the last people who tried this? What happened?
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What, didn't you see Greg's kid the whole time he was here? What they did to him? Or Marty's broken wrist? Or Meril waking up at night screaming? You think they just got that way normally?
[His words are cutting, and he makes no effort to be gentle. Memories of the days following those events haunt him.]
They did something against the grain, and they got messed up big time for their efforts. That Tiger Universe kid was practically on his death bed when the spat him back out from whatever hell hole they're running over there in Pride. No one over here was much better.
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[Well, that's not Exactly true - she'd done plenty of worrying about Marty and Meril - but she hadn't had the context at the time to know why they'd been hurt, only that it had happened.]
That was why-?
[It shakes her, down to her core, and it doesn't help that the brainwashing leans in and reminds her that she really should obey Virgo, because they do such good things for her, and she doesn't want consequences, does she?]
[It's a few moments more before she speaks up again.]
What did they do?
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